Once on the far side of yesterday, a couple of golden agers lived in a small house by the river near a charming little village. The lady, who was the breadwinner in the house and a modern, independent citizen, was of restricted growth and had plenty of character lines in her face. She worked as a domestic engineer in different houses from the village and as a sanitation expert in the local school.
The husband was a big-boned man, who, before meeting his wife, usually found himself financially embarrassed and, at one point, even living on the streets. Now and then he still indulged in adult beverages until ending up feeling tired and emotional.
One afternoon, both of them were feeling really hungry and decided to bake a gingerbread man. They didn't have any personal issues with ginger men, as they thought they were absolutely normal, but, in this case, they thought that being it just a piece of dough, it wouldn't involve any moral transgression. The elderly female citizen gave him blueberries for eyes, a large and flat strawberry for a mouth and some small peanuts for buttons. Then, she put him in the tanning space with a lot of care, so their little creation could be as comfortable as possible.
When the process was complete, she opened the door of the tanning space and proceeded to take the gingerbread man out. But then, bewilderment reigned in the kitchen; the gingerbread man was alive and speaking out loud.
He soon realized that those enchanting senior citizens wanted to offered him a one-way trip through their digestive systems, and he didn't quite fancied the idea. They told him that there was nothing to fear, that they all were going to be friends. The gingerbread man could feel though that the couple were being economical with the truth, so he started to run away from his own private abattoir as fast as his ginger legs allowed him.
The golden agers, despite their age, were in perfect shape, and ran after their rebel brunch as if the world was ending. However, the gingerbread man turned out to be a proper athlete, something really unusual for his condition; they concluded that it was going to be a tough job to put him to sleep, and gave up the chase.
Several animals from the surroundings, including a ginger-loving zebra and a starving mole, tried to catch him in vain. He was definitely a natural; born to run.
But just when he thought that he had overcome the collateral damage, a ruthless wolf teared apart his hopes. He leaped on the gingerbread like the insatiable creature that he was, although it didn't take long for the wolf to discovered that his pray wasn't an easy one. Suddenly, when even the gingerbread felt that he was going to be pushing up daisies soon, a passing hunter saved him from meeting his maker. He didn't kill the wolf, as that would have been inappropiate for a vegetarian hunter like him, but he managed to scare him to death with his shootings.
The gingerbread man, feeling immensely thankful to the hunter, offered him to move to his place and become his personal assistant. The hunter, a devoted advocate of endangered species like the gingerbread man, couldn't say no.
So goes my little tale. Now it's your turn us to regale.
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